Then he
added briskly, "Well, then, that's settled. To-morrow at 8:37 we meet at
King's Cross, 8:37, remember."
But for Barry the matter was far from settled.
"I can't quite make up my mind to-night," he said. "I shall be at King's
Cross, however, in the morning at any rate."
"But, Barry," began Phyllis, protesting, "you must--I want--"
She ceased speaking abruptly, her face flushing and then going suddenly
white.
"Oh, rot, old man," said Captain Neil, impatiently, "you will come. Of
course he'll come," he added to Phyllis.
They moved together out of the room, Mrs. Vincent and Captain Neil
leading the way.
"Oh, Barry, aren't you going?" said Phyllis in a low voice.
"How can I answer that?" he replied, almost in anger. "Do YOU ask me to
go? Do YOU want me to go?"
"Of course, we all want you to go," said the girl.
"Is that your answer?" His voice was tense; his face strained. "If that
is all, Phyllis, I must say 'Good-bye' to-night. Why should I go with
you? Why should I stay here in London? There's nothing for me here.
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